Luyện nghe bài hát Song in the Key of Chance

In the chest of a dealer
And a foul charge
As he smoothes sour cream from his pony
And metes her an barrage
(O, the is hard)

Of a rank Summer here
Drunk on domestic
The burnt English girls like mares
The men leer snakes

O, there's no faith in this article,
No and no lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one morning and it lay there me
It for me to ask why

But to reason with a dry and a half-open eye
Some people born to dance
While are halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of

Make one sickening
Born of a urge and a high mind
And it swing like a witch

Wealthy young men, hale timber
Who dally in the time then steady in the Winter
While over the river, with needles for
The spindle and stick men, apportioned a
Take to and drown, drown
O, the stories I and the stories I hate

The city horses are tired, give them to drink
Take the weight of the from off of their shoulders
And the from their feet

At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the
Is a look when you look, look,
Look into eyes and you meet
Is a look when you look, look, look, look into eyes
And you know that just as soon kill you as smile

There's no faith in this article
No and lie, lie, lie, lie
I up one morning and it lay there beside me
It for me to ask why

But to reason with a dry and a half-open eye
people weren't born to dance
While others are mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of